*Henrietta*
I jump back, out of reach of the oscillating arm, and swing around. He has come back. I worried all night that he wouldn’t, that he would roam the streets and seek shelter in a doorway somewhere. But he looks clean and tidy. He has recently taken a razor to that magnificent jaw of his. I wonder if he went to his brother, stayed in his company through the night.
Standing before me now, he makes it impossible to think clearly, to do anything other than stare and take in every aspect of his presence. s**t, he is naught but trouble for me. I should command him to leave immediately. Instead, I take a step forward. "Don't flatter yourself that I give you any thought at all."
Flatter yourself that I think about you constantly, that I could not sleep for thinking about you.
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